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“Well, that’s not exactly going to fill them with a calm, warm feeling.” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“My hand slipped. You,” she points to a worker in the Black Logistics uniform as he walks past the dead man, completely ignoring it. “Get me an axe! I want to chop this Russian piece of shit up into tiny fucking pieces and force feed it to a Sokolov.”

Absolutely savage.

She reaches down and checks the man’s pockets and then around his neck, her fingers digging underneath the shirt and pulling out a necklace and phone.

“Fucking didn’t know, my tits. He’s one of Bromovitch’s men.” She yanks the necklace off and puts it in her pocket before passing me the phone. “I feel less guilty now. Piece of shit got what he deserved.”

She throws the knife on top of the man’s body, which is now face down in the mud, and wipes her hands on her trousers and starts to climb back up to the container. All still in her five-inch heels.

“They need medical attention,” Levi says, as he takes Duchess by the hand to pull her up before hopping down himself.

“Well, call the Covenant,” I say still staring at the phone in my hand. “I need to get this to Henry.”

“No can do,” Levi says wiping Duchess' face with the sleeve of his top, his focus solely on her.

“Who else is going to hack it?”

“I can’t call the Covenant.”

I pause, giving him my full attention, staring at him. “Of course.” I laugh, shaking my head. “They don’t know about this shipment. This was yours and Duchess’ move. What games are you playing, Cousin?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Shut up, both of you,” Duchess says from the top of the container unit. “Clear the warehouse, only trusted people stay. You can continue your pissing contest later, right now we need to help these women.”

Black appears next to her and climbs down, his tanned face grey.

“They aren’t here on the Covenant's bidding.” I fill Black in. “Which means we can’t use their resources.”

“So, who the fuck can help with this mess?” He asks.

“Call Layla,” Duchess suggests. “Tell her to bring fluids as a priority, anything else she needs I can arrange delivery.”

“Well, fuck me.” Duchess and Levi certainly have done their homework if they know about Layla and her medical experience. My head’s beginning to pound.

“I think a lesson has been learnt here today, Cousin.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“That the dildo of consequence rarely comes with lube.”

35

Layla

I would like tosay things are always better after a good night’s sleep. But whoever made up that saying can sod right off.

I do not feel better.

I feel worse.

I’m a mess, with my head working through last night’s events trying to piece it all together and work out where it all went wrong all over again.

My back hurts, my heart hurts, everything hurts.

“Layla, answer your phone!” Katy shouts from the living room.

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